There are scared of you black boy
Do you see how they shiver
When you speak young man
How they speak up when you walk behind them in your crown, when you become a king
And put your notebooks at their temples, when you rob them of their knowledge, and you carry your notebook more than your backpack
And you put your jeans above your shorts, when you put down your guns and stop fighting
When you dig in your spine
Cause you ain't ready to die
And take your place as the chosen one.
